Remember me? I’m Fluffy. My human is the guy who writes these blogs. I’m here to cover for him because he made a mistake and is unwilling to go public with it. I’m also here to help him segue into two other topics about his recent time in Florida that he wants to “bundle” into one post. First of all, he was mistaken when he posted his last blog and stated that the next one was going to be his 300th. That blog was his 300th. This one is his 301st. Don’t be too hard on the poor guy, he’s been through a lot lately, all the driving, all the torrential rain, the humidity and the fact that his temporary henna tat is now gone from his forearm. There are a few black spots left that look like insect bites, but it’s just the last bit of henna.
He also had to worry about how I’m being fed and kept warm. You see, he left me in the North Country. Don’t be overly concerned, though, I’m in a nice warm barn with plenty of straw and hay. He thought about taking me along, but he assumed that there may be a federal law against transporting a lamb across state lines for humorous purposes. And, besides, there’s barely enough room in the R-pod for his wife, Mariam, and the laptops, books, maps, art supplies and clothes. I told him he could use me as a pillow, but Mariam is allergic to wool so that was out of the question.
Okay, so here are two topics that he wanted to combine into one posting: Please try to read carefully and don’t forget to hit the “like” button at the bottom of the blog page. For each “like” he gets on WordPress, I get a little extra chunk of a delicious apple. You’d like to see me have that, wouldn’t you? Of course you would…and have a Happy Holiday! Remember the lambs in the nativity scenes? Again, my future depends on you, the reader. If my human gets to be really popular as a blogger, it could lead to book contracts and product endorsements. Hollywood would be calling. Then, I, poor little Fluffy (look at my cute little nose and sad eyes! See my little legs, unsure and wobbly?) If my human gets famous, I could end up scoring a major role in the Christmas Spectacular at Radio City Music Hall in New York City. It isn’t all about the legs of the Rockettes (like my human thinks), no, they use real live animals in the show.
I could be a Broadway star! It all depends on you!!!
THE WALLS OF FORT MYERS
Mariam and I are in this part of Florida for the first time. I just finished reading a book about the over-development of the Miami area on the eastern coast. We knew Fort Myers was subject to the same stresses of mall building and gated communities. The gates to these developments are beautiful to look at and are executed with skill by landscape architects. But, the walls… The walls are said to keep the noise of the traffic out, but is that the only reason? Are they a reminder that the million dollar homes behind the walls are to be left alone? Are they some kind of class barrier? I wonder.
The walls come in a riot of variations. Here are two examples:
[A simple and functional wall]
[A “green” wall that is not too imposing]
I’d like to show more examples, but I think you get the point. Besides, it worth your life to slow down or stop on these busy boulevards to take a photo.
Now, for something completely different.
THE BENCHES OF CENTRAL PARK
Before we set out on this long road trip, we had several days in Manhattan. I was strolling through Central Park and stopped in the October light of a mid-afternoon. I noticed plaques on some of the benches. A little back-story: Just before we left the North Country, the media was covering a local controversy about a college, a donation and a name change. A woman was set to give Paul Smiths College $10,000,000. The catch was that the name was to be changed to add her name to that of the institution. In the end, a judge ruled against the name change because it violated the original deed of the donation of the land for the college, by Paul Smiths son. And, the judge said that the college didn’t prove that the money was essential to the survival of the college.
Me? I was against the name change because I felt it violated the true nature of philanthropy. But, that’s another story. As I sat in Central Park and looked at the plaques, I sensed a certain humility in the naming and wording for each bench.
I came away with a gentle feeling of generosity with no real strings attached. A simple plaque. A simple memory of someone who probably enjoyed many October afternoons on that very bench.
Sometimes, the simple things make the larger impact.
[Coming soon: My yearly Holiday Blog. Stay tuned.]